Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.